Mondo Lyrics

I'm from Mass, my first jersey was Rondo

With the brass, my stepcousin's a trombone

Sick of waiting for it, had to get it pronto

Now I'm tryna get more golds than Mondo

I'm from Mass, my first jersey was Rondo

With the brass, my stepcousin's a trombone

Sick of waiting for it, had to get it pronto

Now I'm tryna get more golds than Mondo

Mondo DuPlantis, I'm breaking my own records

Rising as a person, but know I can poll better

Deep inside the vault, I'm looking at old letters

Feel like Batman, with some Brave and the Bold steppers

Green on me as usual, color of some leaves and

Yellow on me too, just like I'm representing Sweden

It takes some honor to admit when you're defeated

But I'm winning right now, I don't need you to believe it

Talk is inexpensive, prolly noticed that it cheapened

Actions take some effort, and today they're really needed

On my own up in the dark but I don't need a beacon

Instead I go up in my bed and try to get some sleep in

At night, looking left to right, like it's FNAF 4

Might be a bigger underdog than a black horse

To be like me, go to class and watch Crash Course

But you'll see, that it wasn't sweet for the last four

I'm from Mass, my first jersey was Rondo

With the brass, my stepcousin's a trombone

Sick of waiting for it, had to get it pronto

Now I'm tryna get more golds than Mondo

I'm from Mass, my first jersey was Rondo

With the brass, my stepcousin's a trombone

Sick of waiting for it, had to get it pronto

Now I'm tryna get more golds than Mondo

Started off in pole position

Then I had go the distance

Did it for the whole mission

What a heavy toll to withstand

Scratching records like LSU Tigers

Stryker, don't wanna be a Street Fighter

Scared of heights, but had take it higher

Mind's on an island, Revis or Rikers

Had to keep it stringent, not wild

Hard to stay consistent, for a while

I'm with the contingent, single file

Bawling like an infant, poor child

Know that you can't stand me, but you tried to

Know that I'm not angry, does that surprise you?

Wish you'd understand, wasn't right for you

Now you're onto Plan B, cause it was time to

Do you think I really came here to lose?

Slugging along more than Old Babe Ruth?

Do you think I'm somebody with nothing to prove?

More pointless like an old dulled tooth?

Do you think I never spent a day in the booth?

Never on beat, don't know how to groove?

Well I'm a dark horse, let you feel on my hooves

And I'm vaulting over all and you know that's the truth

I'm from Mass, my first jersey was Rondo

With the brass, my stepcousin's a trombone

Sick of waiting for it, had to get it pronto

Now I'm tryna get more golds than Mondo

I'm from Mass, my first jersey was Rondo

With the brass, my stepcousin's a trombone

Sick of waiting for it, had to get it pronto

Now I'm tryna get more golds than Mondo